Lyrics:
Well, I don't think so
I saw some grass growing through the pavements today
The rowan, the oak and the holly tree
Are the charges left for you
came to the old oak tree
It stands beside the river where you were to meet me
On the ground your glove I found
With a note addressed to me
It read "Dear
on time
He turned around and said to his black greasy fireman
Just shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain
You can
When you go, go, go
Keep repeating, it's the berries
The strongest oak must fall
The best things in life to you were just loaned
So how can you
the wicked that he done
Take all the rope in Texas find a tall oak tree
Round up all of them bad boys, hang them high in the street
For all the people
on Ellis Drive
Is where I felt most alive
The oak tree covered that old Ford
I miss it Lord
I miss it Lord
These blood red eyes
Don't see so good
And stronger than the wild oak tree
That's how I will hold you, oh, darling, endlessly
Oh, my love, you are my heaven
You are my kingdom, you are my crown
Oh,
little swallow, every chickadee
Every little birdie on the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flapping them wings sayinU go bird go
Wordy
Rockin’ and a-rollin’
Round the old oak tree.
Jumpin’ and a-jivin’,
Sing along with me!
Do the rockin’ Robin,
Rock along with me.
(Rockin’
know I can't be free
My heart will yearn till I return
Missouri's callin' me
In memory I still can see that oak tree on the lawn
And hear again
have I, strong as the oak for this occasion
Lips have I, to kiss thee, too, in friendly persuasion
Thee is mine though I don't know many words
am the old oak tree
I love the wind
I know all the savory places that she's been
Sometimes, when it suit's me
I spread all my branches
And let the sun
In South Carolina there are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
But now when I'm lonesome, I always pretend
That I'm
In South Carolina there are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
But now when I'm lonesome, I always pretend
That I'm
It's a hard road but it fits your shoes
Son of rhythm, brother of the blues
The sound of darkness, the pull of the oak
Everything is broken
And there's an oak leaf turning green into brown
And there's a pine so proud of her evergreen gown
Looking down
See how fast the winter comes around
is runnin' through my palm
The sharp hills are rising from
The yellow fields with twisted oaks that groan
Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone?
to the willow and oak I feel their roots influence the route that I take
Yea life blossoms only through their way
Nutrients be flowing through their veins
So I
Let's burn down the cornfield
Let's burn down the cornfield
We can listen to it burn
We'll hide behind the oak tree
Hide behind the oak
A carved oak table,
Tells a tale
Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold,
And the brave would lead their ladies from out
swallow, every chick-a-dee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flappin' their wings singing go bird go
Rockin'
second hand news in
The middle of the day
Sounded like a rumor or a lie
A Pontiac wrapped around an old oak tree
Vehicular suicide harry Green had died
Adorn her shrines with heather
Call upon the water of Dannu
Skyclad
Bile, greatest of oaks
Rise with the morning frost
Cross the courtyard
Cold
Will you pray for me
When the roots of the oak
And my ribcage are braidin'
If I can think
Lord knows that I will fondly pray for you
High
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